My market conundrum.
Reading about both of your adventures with vegetables and fruits at local markets makes me realize that I've only been to a farmers' market once this summer. (And it was a doozy--the one in Boulder boasts dozens of vendors selling all the expected produce, plus cheeses, gourds, breads, CDs, ostrich products, burritos, Izze floats, and probably much more that I can't remember. There are also enough restaurants represented that you could have both breakfast and lunch on site.)
I used to hit the Fort Collins markets two or three times a week, what with the one in the parking lot on Oak St just a couple of blocks from my apartment, the Thursday night market where they block off a couple of streets and have live performers (and kettle corn, my favorite snack), and the CSU horticulture club stand on Saturday mornings. The latter was always the smallest and cheapest and friendliest. I could buy individual flowers, bags of basil, fava beans, funky-shaped squash, and so on. (This is where I was introduced to garlic scapes, by the way, which Melissa loves so much.) The most user-friendly part of this student stand, though, was that whenever I wanted green tomatoes, they'd just wave me over to the tomato field and I could pick my own. I was therefore eating fried green tomatoes on a weekly basis (and pressuring my Colorado friends to try this Southern delicacy).
So here's the irony: I grow my own tomatoes now, and I've only had them green and fried once this summer!
I don't like being a 20-minute drive from the nearest farmers' market. Add this to the fact that Mr. Tart is not a fan of vegetables and that we are learning to garden in our own backyard, and the motivation to get to the Boulder market is very low.
But I'm thrilled to be growing my own veggies (and even fruit!)--although we've made lots of mistakes which I will be happy to detail in a later post (once I figure out how to post photos!).
I used to hit the Fort Collins markets two or three times a week, what with the one in the parking lot on Oak St just a couple of blocks from my apartment, the Thursday night market where they block off a couple of streets and have live performers (and kettle corn, my favorite snack), and the CSU horticulture club stand on Saturday mornings. The latter was always the smallest and cheapest and friendliest. I could buy individual flowers, bags of basil, fava beans, funky-shaped squash, and so on. (This is where I was introduced to garlic scapes, by the way, which Melissa loves so much.) The most user-friendly part of this student stand, though, was that whenever I wanted green tomatoes, they'd just wave me over to the tomato field and I could pick my own. I was therefore eating fried green tomatoes on a weekly basis (and pressuring my Colorado friends to try this Southern delicacy).
So here's the irony: I grow my own tomatoes now, and I've only had them green and fried once this summer!
I don't like being a 20-minute drive from the nearest farmers' market. Add this to the fact that Mr. Tart is not a fan of vegetables and that we are learning to garden in our own backyard, and the motivation to get to the Boulder market is very low.
But I'm thrilled to be growing my own veggies (and even fruit!)--although we've made lots of mistakes which I will be happy to detail in a later post (once I figure out how to post photos!).
posted by Sarah @ Baby Bilingual at 10:29 AM
4 Comments:
Sounds good, actually, and since I don't claim to be a true Southerner, I can't pass judgment on the authenticity of the decorations! Isn't that a recipe from a recent Cooking Light? I think I clipped that one.
I made fried green tomatoes this week, too. And I should have added teh cajun seasoning--it would have improved them. They were good and all just not fabulous.
By the way, Tara, my colleauges said that your brunch photos were like food porn.
Last night when Middlebrow and I were at Monsoon Thai Bistro we wished we had a digital camera so we could put a picture of our Lemongrass Martinis on your blog. (If the food pics are porn, then drink pics are like foreplay.) I'm now in search of the most beautiful food I can find. SLC has good restaurants, but not much of the food is picture worthy.
lynn--after our chat at the cwc, I decided I am on a mission to find picture-worthy food in SL. I think Martine may qualify. My mission is just an excuse, though, to eat out more. And I wish you had pictures of the camping food to add a little diversity to our food blogging endeavors.
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